Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.